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And So It Goes

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Today I’m thinking about change. Our apartment is packed up, everything is down off the walls, and those walls are painted back to their original tan state. In short, it doesn’t really feel like it’s truly our place anymore. It’s funny how that goes – how home can be so decidedly and surely one place – but then you can change that in a moment. So. On we go. On life goes. “[W]ith up so floating many bells down”, life goes on. Round and round, from season to season. Some things stay the same….things like the seasons, the weather, birth, growing up, love, death. But everything else….it changes. As Kurt Vonnegut reminds us in Slaughterhouse Five reminds us: “And so it goes”.

“anyone lived in a pretty how town” by e.e. cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then)they

said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain